With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

With numerous participants, Meng Chuan felt that it wouldn't be his turn to go on stage for a while.

So he stood aside and practiced stance exercises whenever he had time.

Meanwhile, the big screen started drawing the matchups for the first round.

The names of the opponents were rapidly spinning on the sides of the screen.

"Click."

The left side stopped, and Meng Chuan was a bit surprised, not expecting to be the first.

"Meng God!"

"Meng God is invincible, invincible in horizontal training!"

"I started practicing Hard Skills last night too, balancing inside and outside is the broad path!"

Unknowingly, Meng Chuan had also stirred up a wave of Hard Skills practice.

Yet one wonders how many will persist after the tide recedes.

The right side participant stopped, and Meng Chuan's heart sank; it was one of those he least wanted to encounter.

Precisely, that Golden Skill expert who wielded a spear.

At this moment, the host excitedly announced:

"Let's welcome the contestants for our first match, Meng Chuan! Huo Yonglin!

Today's first match is an internal battle between Xingyi factions, let's see whether it's the robust Five Elements that triumph or the singular Golden branch that excels!"

As the two entered, the atmosphere among the audience was equally heightened.

"Huo Yonglin is invincible! Golden spear is unbeatable!"

"Golden skills paired with a great spear, who dares challenge!"

Amid the cheers, Huo Yonglin strode onto the stage with dragon-like steps, carrying a grand spear.

The weapon in his hand was a Tiger Head Spear, majestic and imposing, with the sharp blade gleaming cold and the embedded eyes shining brilliantly.

The slender, gold-tinged steel spear gleamed coldly, with a vivid red tassel like a blazing flame dancing with the spear, exuding overwhelming momentum!

His slender figure matched with this striking spear indeed possessed an aura of grandeur.

Typically, aside from the military, few practice with spears.

"A month for a staff, a year for a blade, a lifetime for a spear," such weapon demands high comprehensive requirements from the user.

The spear's long body demands precise power exertion and clever spear flower techniques, requiring good coordination and control, with unpredictable real combat scenarios that require skillful mastery over time.

Huo Yonglin hails from the Chen Cang Huo family.

The Huo family is a top-tier family specializing in spear techniques, and their current Patriarch is known as the invincible Great Venerable of the spear path.

One Dragon Spear defeats thousands of demons, [Lonely Beacon Night·Huo Ting]!

This person is also a top-tier expert among Venerables, once narrowly defeated by the peak competition list leader Principal Yin at the Tianshan Martial Arts Meeting.

Huo Yonglin is his youngest son, born when Venerable Huo was a hundred years old and naturally given careful nurturing and full training, personally receiving the entirety of the Huo family's spear techniques.

Huo Yonglin stood relaxedly on the arena, glancing casually at his opponent.

Merely reaching the eighth pass didn't concern him; his goal was to contend with the strongest few for a seed player spot.

"Meng Chuan! Meng God!"

"Iron fists pave the invincible path, what use is spear skill? True skills lie in fists and feet!"

"Exactly, no matter how good the Tiger Head Spear is, is it tougher than Meng God's Iron Fist?"

"...No question, Meng Chuan is indeed more formidable."

When recalling the clang of metal, Huo Yonglin's fans conceded.

Currently, the national live broadcast viewership for the San Qin arena had reached the million level.

In Yong'an alone, almost every household had turned on the TV to watch this top-tier battle, hoping Meng Chuan could perform another miracle.

Meng Chuan walked up to the stage step by step, steadied his breath, and cupped his hands in respect:

"Meng Chuan, disciple of [Qianyuan Thunder Strike·Luo Guanyun]."

Huo Yonglin's gaze was sharp as a knife, staring at his opponent, more than two years younger, and slowly said:

"Huo Yonglin, disciple of [Lonely Beacon Night·Huo Ting]!"

No matter what, Meng Chuan's ability to reach him with the strength of the eighth pass was enough proof of his talent and potential.

He mused in his heart:

"Such a shame he's too young, go back and train more..."

The host continued introducing the two on stage while Meng Chuan took the opportunity to adjust his physical condition.

"Fortunately, not an endurance opponent, but this time, I must go all out..."

Since the competition commenced, he hadn't fully unleashed all Hard Skills, this time it was imperative to go all out.

As merely lowering the Tiger Head Spear to the ground, Meng Chuan could feel its unparalleled sharpness, as though it had already pierced through him.

The referee stood ready beside, determined to ensure the safety of the contestants' lives in this perilous match.

Luo Guanyun stood arm-crossed below, focused, his apprentice could lose but must not be heavily injured.

If any situation arose, he would immediately halt the match.

As the arena quieted down, Huo Yonglin spun a spear flower with his right hand holding the spear, radiating an aura of sharpness.

In an instant, as a breath was expelled, all the Lung Metal Qi in the venue converged upon him!

Meng Chuan's fists were again shrouded in black, while in the audience, Xue Na, ignorant of these details, knew only her nephew was going against that sharp spearhead with bare hands.

"Buddha bless, Meng Chuan must be safe..."

She silently prayed in her heart.

The spear's edge was threatening, Meng Chuan quietly activated his hard skills.

His entire body tightened like rock, with the connective fascia between each muscle swelling, thoroughly shattering his shirt. Streams of air gushed from mysterious apertures, encircling him to form an invisible armor covering his body.

Watching this scene, Huo Yonglin's expression was naturally composed.

If empty-handed, such a physical monster would indeed be difficult to deal with, but with the spear in hand, nothing remains unbroken.

"The great spear is hard to handle, be careful."

As soon as the opponent finished speaking, Meng Chuan kicked the ground with a sound and charged out, aiming to fight the long weapon and prioritize close combat!

Huo Yonglin's gaze turned sharp, as he overlapped his hands in front and behind, tightly gripping the spear shaft. A great spear of golden metal flew like a swallow, crashing straight into the oncoming air wave.

Meng Chuan twisted his waist to dodge a strike, the invisible sharpness attached to the spearhead stung his waist, and he raised his arm to press against the spear shaft to capture it!

Unexpectedly, the great spear trembled instantly, Huo Yonglin reversed his grip on the spear, exerting force at the waist to twist the spear shaft, drawing it like a powerful bow, fiercely snapping towards Meng Chuan's hand.

"Capture, try capturing it!"

With the support of nearly four hundred Qi Blood, the spear shaft emitted an ear-piercing buzzing, roughly crashing towards those large hands.

Meng Chuan did not back down; such a hard-won opportunity for close combat could not be wasted. He opened his hands wide, resembling a pair of black dragon heads, biting fiercely toward the spear shaft!

Buzzing—!

Upon impact, Meng Chuan's figure traced a semicircular path, nearly being catapulted.

"Got it."

Then, Meng Chuan exerted force with his whole body, fiercely pulling back, attempting to seize this fierce long weapon!

The Huo family stands in the world with their spears, naturally having countermeasures against spear capture.

One hand clamped onto the spear shaft, while the other ascended forming an elbow, rising and then crashing down heavily!

Buzzing—!

The lengthy spear transmitted immense counterforce to Meng Chuan's hands, instantly catapulting him away.

Meng Chuan's feet dug into the ground as he retreated violently. Huo Yonglin's actions flowed seamlessly, as Meng Chuan retreated, the spearhead burst forth with several ear-piercing shrieks, under the spear shadow, Meng Chuan seemed like a leaf swaying under wind and rain, relentlessly forced into the corner with no room to counter.

Meng Chuan maintained a calm expression, looking for opportunities. Though the spear hadn't struck him, his body was already marked with blood streaks; this is the power of the Huo family's ancestral Xingyi Golden Fist Skill, with [Post-Heaven Formless Sword Qi] attached to the spear shaft.

The distance between the two now was perfect for the wielder of the great spear. Meng Chuan, aiming to bypass the spear array and charge in, had to face the risk of three cuts and six holes!

Huo Yonglin showed a slight smile, as if the scales of victory were heavily tilting towards his side.

The spear in his hand continuously struck, although not piercing Meng Chuan directly, it scattered the earth-toned mist around him.

His eyes hooked up, the spear tassel mixed with the shadow of the Tiger Head Golden Spear, pouring out ferociously!

The exaggerated sound of sonic booms rang continuously, Meng Chuan dodged left and right, but the blinding golden light forced him with no space to evade.

Killing intent flowed over the spearhead like a death chant, the crimson mixed gold stream made Meng Chuan's body shiver.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yonglin also grasped the will of slaughter!

Meng Chuan's expression was stern, his resolve unwavering, focusing intently on dodging the spear glow. Wind sounds whisked past his ears as Meng Chuan calculated the timing in his mind.

"Almost..."

Huo Yonglin tightened the spear shaft, quickly glanced, as his hand moved with the heart, thrusting the spear tip harshly towards Meng Chuan's chest!

Like the sound of a deflating ball, Huo Yonglin sensed something amiss!

Meng Chuan's figure had vanished from its original spot, he turned his body flicking his wrist, the Tiger Head Great Spear transformed into nine alternating real and illusory spear shadows. Each shadow was enveloped in unmatched sharp sword qi, stirring the surrounding air into a vortex of death.

The Huo family's spear technique - Spear Raising the Five Peaks!

Huo Yonglin knew Meng Chuan's goal was close combat, but he would never allow it, the sharp spear glow deterred any attempt of bravado, which would end in self-deception!

Meng Chuan pressed his tongue against his teeth, trying to find a sliver of an opening amidst the heavy spear shadows, but Huo Yonglin's spear formation was as sturdy as a fortress, without any flaw.

Fortunately, the roles of attack and defense on the field switched, giving him the chance to grasp the initiative.

"That's enough..."

The next moment, Meng Chuan took a deep breath with ferocity in his heart, suddenly exerting force from his abdomen, swinging his arm, the pitch-black iron fist collided fiercely with the glorious gold spearhead!

Clang—!

The spearhead was smashed askew by half an inch, but the shaft carried immense force and sharp sword qi, striking straight towards the Yellow Dragon, Meng Chuan instantly felt a tearing pain erupting in his right arm.

But luckily, he resisted it!

Before Huo Yonglin's joyful expression solidified, Meng Chuan shouted, charging forward, pushing his stamina to the peak, the dense white smoke obscured his vision.

"Ha, brute courage."

The crudest illusion trick, under the perceptiveness in the Nine Conclaves, was like nothing. He guided the spear with the heart, not the eyes.

From the core of his being, Huo Yonglin despised such people, who did not treat their own life as life!

He bared his teeth, his right thumb pressed tightly against the spear shaft, torrents like rivers surged through his left arm, exploding with extreme arm strength as he released forward, instantly, the Tiger Head blade transformed into a golden-red meteor.

"So cool it."

The mist was scattered by this strike, Huo Yonglin tightened the shaft, preparing to lift the heavy object high atop.

The shaft bent into a crescent moon, yet still weighed down without moving, since so, he pushed forward sending, driving a deep coldness was also refreshing!

Sizzling—!

Blood droplets fell like pattering rain within the mist.

As it completely dispersed, one could see the bronze skin gleaming with cold iron light, heavy panting echoing like a blast furnace in his ears.